Showing posts with label past. Show all posts
Showing posts with label past. Show all posts

Thursday, November 7, 2019

11/7/19 Report - The Feversham and Other Shipwrecks. Houses Sinking. Past and Present. Higher Surf Coming.


Written by the TreasureGuide for the exclusive use of treasurebeachesreport.blogspot.com

Source: underwatercouncil.com.  See full link below.
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There was a lot in the recently concluded Sedwick Coins auction that was from the Feversham wreck.  I hadn't heard of that one, so looked it up.  In the process I found an interesting article.  Here is an excerpt.

The popularity of recreational scuba diving has resulted in many shipwrecks being discovered along Nova Scotia, Canada’s coastline over the past forty years. Some divers have had the opportunity to discover and salvage long lost treasures from shipwrecks such as the HMS Feversham (lost in 1711), La Chameau (lost in 1725), HMS Tilbury (lost in 1757), and Auguste (lost in 1761). All of these have proven to hold valuable cargos of silver and gold. These recovery efforts in Nova Scotia stand in sharp contrast to many areas in the world where it has become increasingly difficult from a legal standpoint for recreational and professional salvage and commercial divers to recover artifacts and treasures they may find while exploring underwater. (See Sidebar, “Arguments Against Amateurs.”...

And here is the link for more.

http://www.underwatercouncil.com/Newsletters/UNESCO/Immersed%20Article.pdf


As it turns out the Feversham was lost only four years before the 1715 Fleet.  Note the gold/emerald ring in the photo that looks very much like one discovered on the Treasure Coast.

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"Sustainable" Homes Sinking.

These sustainable homes were built on Marco Island in 1980, but erosion has left them stranded.

The structures were part of a six-building complex with solar power and a water-collecting system.

They were beachfront property when built in the 1980s.

Erosion, hastened by hurricanes and storms, has destroyed the domes.

Here is the link for more about that.

https://weather.com/news/news/2019-11-06-dome-homes-florida-disappearing-beach-erosion-future

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When your eyesight grows dim from time you can see what others can't.  Where others see a modern steel building and an empty grassy spot beside, you see a spreading oak tree and an old black barn with weathered cracking boards where children waited for the bus every morning.  Where others see old houses, you see brand new homes surrounded by green yards carved out of farm fields and the children who first laughed and played there.  Where others see a spreading school house with twelve  rooms, a cafeteria, gym and a parking lot where the ballfield used to be, you see a four room schoolhouse with worn wooden floors and wooden desks liberally carved with initials and other art work  carved over the years by the more raucous children going back to your parent's generation, not to mention the scary boiler down stairs that was kept going by the janitor that lived across the road.

There are many things that only you know.  Only you know where the fuzzy little duck you won at the county fair ate the mushroom beside the pussy willow tree and died.  You know how cried you about that.  You know how your grandpa entered the church every week, turned right inside the door and placed his hat with hats with a long line hats worn by the other men on the shelf above the coat rack before exchanging pleasantries with the other men before making their way upstairs to the sanctuary.  You know where the spring house used to be and where the mint grew in the valley by the creek.

There are sacred places.  They are frozen in time.  They are the places where your parents and grandparents are still young even though you are old.  They are the places where the past lives on as strongly as the present.

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November is often a good month for detecting.  Everyone knows about the legendary Thanksgiving storm that uncovered treasures along much of the Treasure Coast.  It is the month when cold fronts start coming through.


Source: MagicSeaWeed.com.

One will be coming through soon.  The wind will be turning tomorrow and we're supposed to get some higher surf Saturday.  Also it looks like another bump in the surf is predicted for Wednesday.

Happy hunting,
TreasureGuide@comcast.net

Monday, January 21, 2019

1/21/19 Report - Seeing Back Through Time. Another Kind of Find. Increasing Surf and Big Tides Coming.


Written by the TreasureGuide for the exclusive use of treasurebeachesreport.blogspot.com.

Large Porcelain High Tension Insulator.
I've found a good number of insulators during my detecting outings, but most are smaller and glass rather than porcelain.  This is a larger porcelain insulator from a high tension line.  

It has acquired a grey patina.  Underneath is a nice shiny brown.  I think more of that will show if I clean it.

It is marked VICTOR.

I've found some insulators with my metal detector that still had wire attached, but most were found by sight.

Maybe I'll show more of those in the future.  Most of them are nice, but not worth a lot.

Here is what I found on the history of Victor Insulators, Inc.

 The Village of Victor is located in Western New York State, seventeen miles east of Rochester.  The Village of Victor was incorporated in 1879.  At the hub of three railroads it quickly became an industrial center of the region and is the birthplace of the wet process, high voltage porcelain insulator.   

Look around you at every power pole in your area and think Victor Insulators.  Virtually all porcelain insulator companies owe their origins to the inventor, Fred Locke.  He built the Locke Insulator business in Victor in 1898 and today it is known around the world as Victor Insulators, Inc. Porcelain insulators are made of high quality clays, combined with selected minerals, glazed with colored pigments, then fired in a 2,300 degree kiln.  Standard and custom shapes of insulators are still being produced today...

Here is that link.

http://victormug.com/Victor.pdf

And here is a long list of porcelain insulators along with prices.

https://www.insulators.info/porcelain/photos/photos/u465-yel.htm

I haven't found this specific one yet.

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I'm going to meander down memory lane before I get to my main point today.  

I awoke this morning before sunrise with a smile upon my face that lasted at least an hour.  I had a dream, or more accurately, a few dreams, that took me back to a time some sixty or seventy years ago.

It was a different time and place, but one I've definitely not forgotten.

The boys who spent their later teens on the beaches of Normandy or Midway, or at the Battle of the Bulge or liberating concentration camps, or in the Pacific had returned from the war and built houses and started families.

I was the child of one of those boys who tried to make a better life for his family.  I grew up rich, even though we didn't have much money.

It is a green valley in rural Pennsylvania populated by farms dating well back into the 1800s.  Scattered between the old farm houses were a few new small houses built by the veterans with whatever they could scrape up.

In one of my dreams, I revisited that valley where I and my friends grew up in the 1950s.  Some of us went to Viet Nam, and some of us visited the beaches of Fort Lauderdale for Spring Break.  Who said life is fair?

No matter how the historians write about it, it is never the same as being there.

My dream took me back to an event that I've told about before.  My friend and I found a dump filled with bottles.

Just like it once was on the Treasure Coast, at that time we didn't have garbage collection and the farms and families buried or burned their trash.  Below every old farm house was a dump that had accumulated close to a century of bottles and miscellaneous garbage.

Well, we got bottles from one of those dumps and threw them into the creek at the bottom of the valley.  Then we ran downstream along the creek to a rock cliff that stuck out above the creek.  As the bottles floated by, we imagined that they were warships and we tried to sink them with our bee bee guns before they got by.  That is what I relived in my dream.

So how does that have anything to do with treasure hunting or this blog?

Not long ago I actually visited my old stomping grounds up north for an all too-short visit.  Those old dumps are now overgrown.  There was little evidence that they ever existed.  But it was like I could see through time.  I could see the huge oak tree that was no longer there.  I could see the big old black barn that was a part of both my history and my mother's, even though it had been replaced by a characterless aluminum building.  I could see the spring house, that was so nice and cool in the summer, and the dump, both of which had been bull-dozed.   Hidden by a heavy layer of weeds and trees and completely invisible to any new comer, I could clearly see the old baseball field, along with the kids and parents and many events that took place there in times past.

Kids know their neighborhood like no one else - or at least we did.  We knew where arrow heads were found.  We explored every hill, valley, spring, creek, meadow and clump of trees.

My grandparents also took me places and showed me where things happened when they were kids.  My grandmother showed me the part of the stone chimney that remained from the house where she was raised, and where she went to picnic.  And I can remember every inch of it today, even though I haven't been there for years.  

Finally, here is my point.  If you detect the area where you grew up and where your family settled long ago, you have a tremendous advantage.  On the other hand, if you find yourself living in an area that is newer to you, you might want to talk to some of the older citizens who don't mind reminiscing about their childhood in the area.  They can probably see back through time too.

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I've been enjoying the coin collecting magazines I picked up at the Treasure Coast Coin Collectors table at the Vero coin show yesterday.  I'll have more to say about that some other time.

I was thinking of talking about beach search patterns today, but didn't get it done.

I went out to check for the lunar eclipse last night, but was early and didn't see it.

The moon was beautiful anyhow, and we are now having some really big tides.  Too bad the west wind the surf has not increased much yet.

Source: MagicSeaWeed.com.

As you can see, the Treasure Coast surf will be up to three to five feet on Tuesday and Wednesday.  That combined with the big tides should help out some areas.

Happy hunting,
TreasureGuide@comcast.net






Friday, May 2, 2014

5/2/14 Report - Sedwick Auction Results, 5000 Years of California Violence, Digging Up Your Personal Past and My Most Valuable Find


Written by the TreasureGuide for the exclusive use of treasurebeachesrport.blogspot.com.

There was one standout among the gold cobs auctioned off by Sedwick yesterday.  It brought in over $76,000.  The next highest price for a gold cob was around 23,000.  A common price range for gold cobs was one to two thousand, with just a handful bringing in less than one thousand.

Here is the lot description for the big winner.

Lima, Peru, cob 8 escudos, 1701H, Philip V, extremely rare, from the 1715 Fleet. S-L25a; KM-38.1. 26.95 grams. Almost round, evenly struck and perfectly centered, this would be an exceptional specimen for any date, let alone one that is missing in Calico and the State of Florida collection (theirs is Charles II). In fact we can trace only one other example for Philip V, an AU 55 of demonstrably inferior strike but with perhaps slightly more evidence of the coins' having been created from a modified 1700 die. The present coin is at least AU 58 but bears areas of red staining and gray coral that preclude professional encapsulation. What is more important is that the strike is nearly perfect--well centered and even--and the effect in hand is sheer beauty. From the 1715 Fleet.

The two standouts among the world gold coins were two had final prices of nearly $5000. 

Both of those were Brazil (Rio mint) reis.  Each of those sold for just under five thousand dollars.  A good number of lots in this category did not sell.  An the expected standout in this category did not sell.

There was a clear standout in the US gold coins.  It was the USA (Philadelphia mint), $10 capped-bust Liberty, 1801, encapsulated NGC UNC details / improperly cleaned. KM-30. Lustrous and attractive, with minor marks only, the surfaces very faintly hairlined from cleaning, popular early gold with high catalog value.

It sold for just over $15,000.

The auction continues today.


Two more days remaining to respond to the blog poll.  It is proceeding very nicely.  I'll get more out of the results than might be immediately apparent.


On the Treasure Coast the wind is out of the South right now.   The higher surf will be this morning, then decreasing through the day and for a few more days.


It seems to me that we get a very sanitized, or should I say "politically correct" version of history, so much so that I was really surprised when I learned just how dangerous life was on the US frontier in the 1700s.  I did some research and read about some of my ancestors, including one thirteen-year-old boy, who, with his mother and brother were captured by the Indians, took a bullet in the leg but managed to heal during captivity, later escaping to freedom by swimming across the Monongahela River in an area that I personally know to be about a hundred yards across. 

I guess I actually bought into the sanitized view of history that I received.  However a new study shows that California, the land of Flower Power and Peace, has a long history of violence that goes way back before the white man arrived.

Here are some excerpts taken from an article describing an archaeological study that examined 16,820 burials from over 5000 years of history in Central California.

From shooting their enemies with darts and arrows to crushing their skulls and even harvesting body parts as trophies, the ancient foragers of central California engaged in sporadic, and sometimes severe, violence, according to a new archaeological study spanning 5,000 years.

The article goes on to say, Chronicling 16,820 burials from 329 sites among 13 different ethnographic groups, the data reveal that the most common type of violence over the millennia was so-called sharp-force trauma, caused by projectiles like arrows or atlatl darts, which appeared in 7.2% of the burials studied.

Another 4.3% of the hunter-gatherers suffered apparent blunt-force trauma to the head, while just under 1% showed evidence of dismemberment, with limbs, scalps, or heads having been removed after death.

Interesting article! 

Here is the link if you want to read more about that study.

http://westerndigs.org/from-stone-darts-to-dismembered-bodies-new-study-reveals-5000-years-of-violence-in-central-california/


I'm going to recommend genealogical research to you once again.  I know I've done it before, but I am continually amazed by what all can be found on the computer these days.  It has been very productive for me and in ways that I never would have imagined.  Not only have I learned a lot about my ancestors, but I've discovered tons of good detecting leads in the process.

I've mentioned this before, but you can join Ancestry.com for a free trial period.  That will give you a access to a lot of very good resources.

Yesterday I showed an example of a land use map from 1870 that I found on the web site.  That was only one example of the many types of excellent research resources you will find there.

Of course you can compare those old maps to more current maps if you need to.   I was using maps of land that I was very familiar with, so I didn't have to do that.

One thing I learned is that reading history is one thing, but finding your personal connection makes it really come alive.  There is another step beyond that though.  You can visit the places where your roots were formed and actually touch the past.

One thing I learned in a new way is that history can be very personal.  If you make the connections,  you can learn a lot about out how your family ended up where it is today and how it connected to what was going on in the world.

I have learned a lot about my father's family that I am sure he never knew.  He was too young to know some of the whys and hows of his early life, yet through all of the digitized records I've been able to piece much of it together. 

I've communicated with cousins this year on both coasts that I never knew I had until I did this research and learned that they were also researching the family.  That is how I was able to make contact with them and learned from them what they had discovered through their research.  We exchanged both information and pictures.
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Besides discovering relatives that you never knew about, and you might even learn what happened to crazy so and so.  After going through the process myself, I'd be surprised if you don't discover a lot you never knew about your family.  I benefited greatly from the time my wife put into the process.  It is much like detecting, the more time you put into it, the more you benefit.  Things come together more quickly when you have already collected some of the pieces.

Every day history is being made.  Every day information about you and I is being accumulated online.   More of it is going online than I ever suspected.   It is really surprising how much can be found.

History is going into the ground every day too -  much more than could ever be excavated or studied.

My now deceased father nearly a half century ago told me that his father or grandfather had tools stamped with a swastika.   I don't know why he told me that or why it is something that I remembered, but I guess it made an impression.  Not only did I remember that one statement, but now I have a pair of those pliers and found the swastika, which proves what he said.  It seems unlikely that one casual comment made about fifty years ago would result in an item of personal history being resurrected from the earth. 

I thoroughly enjoyed digging up some of my personal history, including some of my old toys from the small home where I was raised.  When I visited that home, I was able to walk directly to the exact area where there was a slight depression just to one side of an old Pussy Willow tree that created a nice shady spot to play in the cool dirt in the summer.  I made roads in the dirt with my toy tractors and trucks there, and sadly, that is also where my yellow baby duck that I had just won at the county fair by throwing coins into cups ate a toadstool and died. 

I could not see it any more clearly than if I were there today, and I guess in a way I am.

Nobody else in the world knew that spot like I did.  Nobody else knew how I played there, what toys I used and how special that one small area was to one young boy.  Talk about an advantage for a detectorist!  I can actually see the past, and in more ways than one.  

Nobody knew that one small spot like I did and never will.  I walked right to it, and quickly dug up a part of my personal history.  No find has ever been more valuable to me than that.



I think I'll leave it there for today.



Happy hunting,
TreasureGuide@comcast.net